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You're safe
if you behave yourself."
"What!" said Norton. "By the bones of St. Patrick but you are Morty
O'Flaherty! Confound it, my dear Morty, why didn't you make yourself
known at once? it would have relieved both of us."
"One of us, you mane," replied Morty, with a wink.
"Upon my soul I am glad to free you, Morty. And how are you, man alive?
In a snug berth here, I see, with the father of my friend, Lord Dunroe."
"Ha!" exclaimed Morty, shrewdly; "is that it? Your friend; Oh, I see.
Nate as ever, like a clane sixpence. Well, Barney, the world will have
its way."
"Ay, Morty, and we must comply with it. Some it brings up, and others it
brings down."
"Whisht, now, Barney," said Morty; "let by-gones be by-gones. That it
didn't bring you up, be thankful to a gracious Providence and a light
pair o' heels; that's all. And what are you now?"
"No longer Barney Bryan, at any rate," replied the other. "My name, at
present, is Norton."
"At present! Upon my sowl, Barney, so far as names goes, you're a
walkin' catalogue.


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